Galactic Cowboys - Tomorrow lyrics

I tried to call you but you were gone

Way too busy stickin' the labels on

Deciding who will swim in the talent pool- and what is cool

Cultivating more popularity

Overly concerned with what not to be

Trendy little fashions that please the eye- you'll televise

Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?

Whatcha gonna do when it's over?

I just don't fit into the clique

You're so hip you make me sick

Whatcha gonna do tomorrow?

Pay no attention to quality

Churning out the pap like a factory

The only standard is how ya feel- not what is real

You never heard a word that I said

Totally convinced that the sound was dead

Creating categories that fit the times- condition minds

You move 'em in and move 'em out like they were cattle

Burn a brand into their hide

With all apologies to L.A. and Seattle

Cloning is artistic suicide